I long for truth, and yet I cannot stay from that My better self disowns, For a man's attention Brings such satisfaction… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I have certainly known more men destroyed by the desire to have a wife and child and to keep them in comfort… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Consume my heart away, sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal It knows not what it is, and gather me… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The desire that is satisfied is not a great desire, nor has the shoulder used all its might that an unbreakable gate… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
If a powerful and benevolent spirit has shaped the destiny of this world, we can better discover that destiny from the words… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I have known more men destroyed by the desire to have wife and child and to keep them in comfort than I… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Land of Heart's Desire Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood, But joy is wisdom, time an endless song. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Why should I blame her that she filled my days With misery, or that she would of late Have taught to ignorant… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I would have touched it like a child But knew my finger could but have touched Cold stone and water. I grew wild, Even… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
You know what the Englishman's idea of compromise is? He says, Some people say there is a God. Some people say there is no… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, Drowning love's lonely hour… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
That toil of growing up; The ignominy of boyhood; the distress Of boyhood changing into man; The unfinished man and his pain. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I see a schoolboy when I think of him, With face and nose pressed to a sweet-shop window. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Only God, my dear, Could love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those that I… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Great literature has always been written in a like spirit, and is, indeed, the Forgiveness of Sin, and when we find it becoming the… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
His element is so fine Being sharpened by his death, To drink from the wine-breath While our gross palates drink from the whole wine. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
